"These are my weapons," he said.
"I won't fight with those! It's an insult! I demand satisfaction!" fairly shouted Dutton.
"Hush!" cried Stiver. "Someone is coming!"
But it was too late. Several figures could be seen running over the snow toward the duelists.
CHAPTER XXIII
A WINTER MARCH
"Quick! Here comes Major Webster!" cried Stiver. There was no mistaking the soldierly figure who was approaching.
"And Colonel Masterly is with him!" added Paul.
"Some one has squealed!" added Dutton, but he seemed rather glad than otherwise that the duel had been interrupted.
"Cut for it!" said Dick. "Across the ice, and into the grove! We can get in the back way, and they won't know who it was out here."